"Thank you," said Konoka to Blueberry, her serene smile of her workplace habit returning to her-a face most difficult to read, just as Konoka wished, and a face of one committed to her duties. Hey, don't strain yourself! Konoka telepathically lectured Nika. Just focus on the time you need to heal for me, OK? I'm still foggy on the deets and all, but I know you don't need to leave MY medbay before you're good and ready! Take better care of you!
Telling herself she was one to talk, Konoka sighed and returned to her medical data charts. She was the one who had perished, that itself wasn't Nika's fault. Not really. But, still, Konoka counted on herself to be up to help. Everyone, the whole crew, patients, experts-had to be at their best, to give their best, in the best time: That was Konoka's solemn belief. So, she'd help get everyone there-friends and self included. Anything less was.......
Anything less is a liability! she added firmly to Nika, a reassurance to both patient and doctor at the best of these times.
"Hey, Blueberry-uh, -Juni, was it? Sorry, I've...kind of had bigger things to memorize. Help me get the Shoi ready for some treatment, OK? It's pointless to waste time, 'cause....well, that's truly a waste of life. Let's get this done!" Konoka chimed, in grip of her determination of commitment to all who entered her care.....like those she was prone to automatically consider "new friends". Sometimes, on sight.
Continuing this half-wrought train of thought, Konoka looked over the "big Heisho"'s (however limited) chart, speculating on any injury or malady.
"OK!" she said brightly, digging through her medical kit for some supplies. "I think I can treat this!"
Lending small, serenely reassuring smile towards the survivor "friends", she said, "It'll be OK. I'll....I'll make sure."
Thinking on the heavy damage to the ship and its crew and all who passed through it, for that matter, as of late, Konoka thought: That was the only way to keep up with she liked to say Fate willed, and what was therefore wrought. To....get up from death, literally this time for Konoka, and.....MAKE it alright. DO something. Silently, Konoka thought: I'm the only one to fend off death. I'm a MEDIC, by fish, of course!
And it was very true: In her work, Konoka held Life and Fate in her capable, if small, hands, as with the medical supplies she held now. She'd started with SAoY to make a difference, but ..the truth was, the only difference she'd make was the one she created, all by herself. Whatever Fate made come to her, it was only a memory 'til she stopped a bleeder of time and Life. But, enough time for philosophy: Konoka set to work on her patients.
If she could do anything, it was fix this. As Konoka was ever more aware of now, we're only given so many opportunities.
And if Fate was on help's side, as Konoka believed, here was a big as fish opportunity, if she could find it......?